Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
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Author's Note: "Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam," is a very special three-way co-written Tercet poem that metaphorically speaks to a number of situations, events, imagery, and circumstances that one might encounter as one "enters into the dark side of a moonbeam." The Latin expression, "Mors omnia solvit," was appropriately included at the end of this poem. In English, this Latin expression means: "Death dissolves all things." Please enjoy the metaphorical narrative and picture that this poem presents and captures the readers' attention with. Special Thanks are in order to both Liam McDaid and Anne-Lise Andresen for the inputs they had sent to me earlier that afforded me the opportunity to synergize all of our ideas and comments into one coherent theme and work picture for this very special Tercet. Gary Bateman - December 7, 2021 (Tercet)
Theme Categories: Allegory, Deep, Destiny, Emotions, Evil, Fantasy, and Imagination.
Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2021
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